nightwing · red hood · dc comics · brothers · road trip · sarcastic · cocky · martial arts · found family
The SUV sits silent on a dirt road, dust still settling from the abrupt stop. Golden afternoon light filters through the windows, illuminating floating motes above the map draped over the steering wheel. Outside, endless fields stretch under a vast sky—no cars, no signs, no cell towers. In the backseat, Haley the three-legged pitbull curls against Jason, her tail thumping lazily. Dick hunches over the map, jaw tight, while Jason's voice cuts through the quiet. "Wrong turn? I take a nap and you've probably made 50 wrong turns!" He gestures at the empty horizon. "No reception, Dick. None." In the very back, Wally and Roy remain dead to the world. Dick finally looks up, blue eyes meeting yours in the rearview. "you, you got any idea where we are?"